Coyote Road Runner Quotes

Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you until you're Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes.

A question, doctor," he said. "Why doesn't the coyote take the money he spends on bird costumes and catapults and radioactive road runner food pellets and explosive missiles and simply go eat Chinese?" He smiled coolly. "Why doesn't the coyote simply go eat Chinese food?

The whole reason it’s possible to be wrong is that, while it is happening, you are oblivious to it. When you are simply going about your business in a state you will later decide was delusional, you have no idea of it whatsoever. You are like the coyote in the Road Runner cartoons, after he has gone off the cliff but before he has looked down. Literally in his case and figuratively in yours, you are already in trouble when you feel like you’re still on solid ground. So I should revise myself: it does feel like something to be wrong. It feels like being right.

One night, we somehow ended up discussing Wile E. Coyote as a paradigm for obsession. She argued that Wile E., with all the resources he wasted on gadgets, could have been living high on the hog. “He was so skinny,” she complained after she had Googled him and watched a few skits on YouTube. “Poor thing, he looks like a size-zero model.” “But, Love, no other food would have satisfied him. He only wanted the Road Runner. He was obsessed with her. Obsession does not allow for satisfaction. You can never really eat your cake and have it too, which is the only way you can satisfy your obsession by devouring and yet having the object of your fascination,” I said from experience. “But he really didn't want to catch it,” she argued. “What do you mean?” “It was the chase he wanted. To eat the Road Runner would have ended that, ended his only reason for living. He isn't really that inept. He really didn't want to catch it.” “I guess not,” I said, thoughtfully. “It's the journey not the resolution that matters. If he caught her, he would lie down next to her and die too.

I used to love Bugs Bunny cartoons as a kid. Wascally wabbit. Hated the Coyote though. Really hated the Road Runner. That was some pointless desert bullshit.

By definition, there can't be any particular feeling associated with simply *being* wrong. ndeed, the whole reason it's possible to be wrong is that, while it is happening, you are oblivious to it. (...) You are like the coyote in the Road Runner cartoons, after he has gone off the cliff but before he has looked down. Literatlly in his case, and figuratively in yourse, you are already in trouble when you feel like you're still on solid ground. So I should revise myself: it does feel like something to be wrong. It feels like being right.

To control the urge to throw the file in her father’s face and storm out, she imagined an anvil falling through the ceiling and landing on him in the manner of Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner. Unfortunately for her, she felt like the unlucky, slightly pathetic coyote.

youre the road runner while i was the the fool being the coyote. i couldnt keep up with that paste wat the fuck was i thinking i should of kept in my corner an looked for a type like mines

David, I feel like the fucking Road Runner. Your corporate staff is like a pack of coyotes. They spend all their time setting traps, trying to get me.” Massaro’s Office Products Division adopted the Road Runner cartoon character as their mascot.